So you think that you're the one who's up in score Just 'cause you're the first one walkin' out the door Well take it when you leave I don't need the sympathy
I might stay up drunk on wine, hurt like hell, and ugly cryin' black mascara tears I might lock my door, sleep with my phone, miss you bad for a month or so, but let me tell you somethin my dear I'm gonna be just fine but you're never gonna find another love like mine, oh no no